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12 “My dwelling has been torn down and thrown away
    like a shepherd’s tent;
like a weaver I have rolled up my life
    and the last thread has been severed.
Day and night I am subject to torment;
13     I cry out for help until the dawn.
All my bones are crushed, as if by a lion;
    day and night I suffer in torment.
14 “Like a swallow I twitter;
    I moan like a dove.
My eyes have grown dim looking up to heaven;
    Lord, come to my aid in my suffering.

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12 Like a shepherd’s tent(A) my house
    has been pulled down(B) and taken from me.
Like a weaver I have rolled(C) up my life,
    and he has cut me off from the loom;(D)
    day and night(E) you made an end of me.
13 I waited patiently(F) till dawn,
    but like a lion he broke(G) all my bones;(H)
    day and night(I) you made an end of me.
14 I cried like a swift or thrush,
    I moaned like a mourning dove.(J)
My eyes grew weak(K) as I looked to the heavens.
    I am being threatened; Lord, come to my aid!”(L)

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